My smile is my mask is it not great but its so fake. No one is fased by this fake plastered smile. But one day some one will look throw my mask and see the rell me. Can that one person come and save me. the mask is not gust a mask its the hole puppet that the real me lies in and more and more I'm in the puppet the rell me fades and evencholy i wont be able to tell what's rell or fake. Can that person come save me bring me into the light to bring me to life and make my hart beat with love and life.
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the breaking point
AléatoireThis is gust a book of stuff i write. More description on the first chap . The pic is from sheerheart on deviant art
